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The teacher is suddenly silent as the test it commences
In confusion soul cages shackles and chains start collapsing
Time gets tranquilized
Standing still is the sun in this moment of madness
My soul starts to sink in the sand
I reach out for what's real
He's now holding my hand

Days turn into darkness
Darkness turns into dead ends
Dead ends turn into walls
Walls block out the world
Isolation turns into iron and ice too cold now to climb
Once blind but now I see
Writing on the wall in inferred paint of pollution and pain
There's a time and a place where every fool is sure to fall
Lost in this lie Gods name I now call
The concrete now cracks and His love lights up the land
I travel now on the right track...there is no turning back
He's now holding my hand

This hallway is a highway with dream doors on all sides
Some open slow...I hear seductive sighs and mad sexual moans
I hear whirlwinds and whispers
I feel fangs,hot breath and whiskers
I hears screams in the silence...all knowing but still all alone
Born to ramble and bound just to roam
I hear truth from the throne as a door opens wide
Wickedness flees as holiness angels they pull me inside
So sweet and sublime...demons get destroyed by what is divine
Like a friend in the fire I see the maker of man
I drop down to my knees
He's now holding my hand

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